Death; An Addiction (Part 1)

I am reminded of death daily, The constant struggle is no relief to this natural endgame
You only live once, Shit I know, We’re born alone and we die alone, Fuck we’re left to roam
Broken homes throw broken sons into the arms of tortured daughters and we’re meant to thrive
Blood is shed before sanity is ever restored, Doors are always shut and never opened when we die

I see my companions in every mirror and passing glance into polished glass, They smile back at me
I pray to never see them beside me, I pray for them to be beside me, I can’t take being away
They were the ground I fell upon when I was thrown, It makes it so damn difficult to stay
I wish to join you, If I landed beside you brothers and love, What would you even say

Every newspaper and magazine and internet site has another death to announce in morbid detail
Another teenager was raped and ridiculed, Her death is broadcasted in sick fascination and mock sorrow
If we hated this torturous life, All we have to do is put an end to this twisted life of strife
I don’t mean dying, I mean throwing up our arms and surrendering to our humanity inside